Beginning to be Able
to See the Bird in the Cage

cage of words with a bird inside
singing

more and more, I am beginning
to comprehend Spanish

poems spoken aloud, CD I play
and fall asleep listening
or when I wake, I listen,
lying in bed

like cages of words
I can see clearly through
I can see clearly into

able to make out more and more
like when the sun is coming up
when day is dawning

night lifts and dew
upon everything everywhere
is left to be seen


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2011
2:24 p.m. 10.06.11